Tag: Poems

MEMORIES & NEW WORDS

Memories & new words are pretty much what my new book ‘Looking for Reasons’ is all about. Without ‘memories’ that inspire, whether they’re from yesterday or last year or ages ago, there would be no ‘new words’; no new songs. I like it that sometimes a few photographs from before trigger lyrical verse. Anyhow, here’s

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‘LOOKING FOR REASONS’ – THE BOOK

Originally from my song, ‘Liquid Truth’ – written in 2012, me a first year music student back then – these words below open Zoolon’s new book called, ‘LOOKING FOR REASONS’. They just about sum me up. ‘When will all the pieces come together,And if I don’t like the picture am I stuck with it forever?’

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GREY WOLF HOWLING AT THE MOON

HOWLING AT THE MOON It’s a pointless conversationIn a dark and empty roomYou might as well go speak toThe grey wolf howling at The Moon Searching for castles in the airLost in that same dark and empty roomThinking of tomorrow’s daydreamsPraying they’ll come true sometime soon This day, it counts for nothingWorldwide, faces in disguiseIn

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DANCING WITH THE SHADOWS

DANCING IN THE SHADOWS We’re dancing with the shadowsTo the heartbeat of the moonWhile you’re out there doing battleTo a bygone marching tune We’re a reality waiting to happenNo longer hiding behind closed doorsYour charisma counts for sweet nothing, my friendWhen there is no mesmerized applause We’re dancing with the shadowsTo the shimmer of the

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OLD LADY & HER LIGHT-BULBS

Hiding away where no one can find you is so much better than living out a pandemic locked away in a no man’s land where everyone thinks they ‘absolutely‘ must scores moral points. The old blind lady knew that. She’d lived through wars and famine and years of the hatred of people like her, who

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HERODOTUS & MY NEW ‘OLD’ GUITAR

I think I’ve fallen in love with my new ‘old’ guitar. I’ve even composed an instrumental with it for the new album – see below. I got it as a gift from a family friend who never used it that much. Better still it’s a rare early 1960’s Burns TR2 Guitar. The family friend had

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ONLY THE WINNERS RUN WILD

A Zoolon aside: In 55 BC Julius Caesar and his Roman army turned up in Dover ready to invade Britain. However, Caesar overlooked the cliffs from which the locals were lobbing giant boulders down at him.  Thinking to himself, ‘I don’t need this’ and without a Plan B he gave the invasion a miss.  Yet

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REFLECTOR’S REFLECTIONS

The other day, even though it was silly hot I got up high to the part of the Western Heights where very few people go. This section of the Heights doesn’t overlook the sea, it’s the backside of The White Cliffs and a safe home for the wild things. There’s no call for masks up

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I SHUT MY EYES & COUNT TO THREE

‘A long way from home – the first living thing you’ll see’ Written in the first person and based on an interview with a refugee on TV a while back. It stayed with me. I walked from somewhere into nowhere As a lonesome refugee No possessions, but in my pocket Safe and sound, a memory

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A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

‘The Forest of Dreams’ Walking in the middle of the forest, taking a few pics along the way, I looked up, saw a buzzard preparing to swoop down on his prey. Nature at work. Then later, thinking about racist humans at work, I couldn’t help but compare the two. Up above the buzzards’ waiting Singing

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